Higher Beings

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By Callum Wallace

 

...Paul shook his. “I don’t understand. Why do you have to destroy me at all? I don’t think I like that idea.”


The spokes-alien gave a shrug of his tiny shoulders. “It’s quite safe. Imagine a two dimensional line. Take that line to your dimension, the third. It only ceases to exist in the sense that it is no longer two dimensional. If you think about it, it now exists even more! As a third dimensional shape, of course.”

The third alien piped up helpfully. “A rectangular prism.” This earned him a bony elbow to skinny ribs.

Bhob continued. “Yes, thank you Lendi.” He turned back to Paul, regarding him with over-large eyes. “In this way, so too must you be destroyed, and reborn as a fourth dimensional being.”

“Like you?”

The being smiled its beaked smile again. “Yes, like us.”

He raised his arms, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, like a vicar before a sermon.
Before he could speak, however, Paul interrupted. “Excuse, me sorry, one more thing. If you’re...

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4am

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She works late. She works later. She works latest.

It’s always work. It’s always friends. It’s always family.

I have to go here. I have to go there. I have to go everywhere.

It felt like a lie, but I trust her. It felt strange like last time. It’s another lie.

She’s at work. She’s at the store? She’s in someone’s car?

That’s a coworker. That’s a family member? It’s a friend, isn’t it?

Work day ends early. Guess hers did too. Guess his did too.

35 years happily. 1 year confused. 36 years thrown away.

 

By Rupert Windsor

 

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Bladder Up

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"A true horror story about the aging process that will never be told anywhere else."

A few years ago I was working in a career that is highly physical, requiring heavy lifting and a lot of walking and standing. During this time I was also enjoying regular Brazilian Waxes. Ahhhhhhh..They are fantastic and worth the reasonable, quick pain, and embarrassment. I got busy and missed one or two, therefore, I was shaving what I could reach and attempted to shave "down under" if you know what I mean.

 

With one foot on the toilet, a mirror in one hand, the razor in the other, I began to attempt this difficult task. Honing the mirror into the correct position, my hoo haw "down under" was in full, plain view. We have all looked at our hoo haws before (don't you deny it) so I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. I took a closer look and gasped out loud. I may even have cussed. What I saw put me in mild shock. There was a creamy white, pink veined, "ball" right inside my...

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Torn From the Mind

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...destroy the most patient of people. Energy begins to flow through his body, surging and pumping and slushing from and around his body.  The warmth of togetherness takes over, but he’s alone. A connectivity with inanimate objects in the surrounding environment create understandable confusion, but he embraces where he is going. He agrees to be taken.

Breathing loses its automatic drive and becomes a conscious activity. No noise to be heard, but it sounds beautiful. Synesthesia has the walls melting into strawberry flavored silk and the leaves on trees solidifying into round loud clouds.

He’s confused, but refuses to let it scare him. There is something to be learned where he’s heading. As his confining walls vanish into the nothing behind him, reality is stripped away and he begins to lose the awareness of what makes him who he is. He is one with everything.

An overwhelming joy burst forth and rips his body to shreds. The glass from which his body is constructed shatters into a pile and liquefies, spreading evenly across...

 

 

By Carlos Zenof

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Midnight Music

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The sounds of the piano playing interrupts the silence as the snow drops. The window leads to a forest now covered in white. She wants to go into the forest but it’s too dark out and the piano is still being played. She joins him instead. She says nothing not wanting to interfere with the musician. She sits right next to him as he concentrates on where his fingers are moving. She watches them dance madly as they create a beautiful melody. She closes her eyes and imagines they are the ones dancing to it. What’s important to her isn’t the music as lovely as it is. ‘Is this love?’ she wonders. She hopes so.

 

By Aubrey D.

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The Giraffe

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Eric drew a cute giraffe. Jim wasn’t having it. It was his turn to draw. He had just gotten out of work and was starving from not eating all day. Now waiting for what seemed like forever for his fish. And then there was Tom his least favorite person in his family already saying something inappropriate about him. He took the crayons and paper. He drew a car, a stick figure in the car holding a gun towards the giraffe, and colored blood on the giraffe. His young cousin Sophie was shocked. She drew X’s over its eyes. Jim had murdered Eric’s cute giraffe.

 

By Levi Hall

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